My money or my goods.

    "You wouldn't dare dump me in the trunk of a car." Sandra sizzled at the man who had turned his back to her.

    "Don't waste my time." He said to Dio, ignoring her.

     Dio pulled out a gun from his jacket, as he closed the distance between them.

    "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, shoving his chest.

  Dio chuckled. His long, large, tattooed hands grabbed her wrist.

   Her knee stubbed his groin. With a grunt, the butt of his gun clamped her jaw.

     Tears stung at her eyes as she watched Anthony chuckling at the side. Blood had made its way to her mouth.

     "Don't make it rough, if you don't like it rough." 

     Sandra wanted to hiss at the statement. 

    Reluctantly, she stretched her arms forward in submission.

  "Chain me, if you must." 

An hour had gone by when the trunk of the car finally popped open. Sandra's reddened eyes met with that of her master's.

     "Get her out of my car." He ordered.

 They proceeded to pulling her out of the trunk. In no time, she was set free, but her muscles ached badly. She needed warm water to ease her pain.

    She trailed behind him as he walked towards the West wing of his gigantic mansion. At every door, every corner, every nook,there was a guard present, and it unnerved her.

    She watched as he pulled a large door open. Quietly, she moved behind him, watching him lead the way.

     "Here is your wing. Your entire space." He said motioning towards the hallway.

   " You can do whatever the fuck you please, but you are not to step foot anywhere that crosses this boundary. If you're caught, the guards are permitted to use extreme force on you. There are six rooms, a library, a garden and two maids. If you need any thing, feel free to ask them." 

   Sandra took a step forward towards the long hallway as she inspected its pink walls.

     "I need my dress fitting, seeing that I'll be getting married in a few days."

     "Francesca will pick you up, tomorrow. We also have to make a public appearance by 8pm, tomorrow. Do well to at least look human." He instructed.

    Sandra stomped all the way to her room with fury in her eyes. The man was going to ruin her life.

  Anthony had stood, watching her stomp to her room with heels in hands. She was the perfect tool for his revenge, and he would make sure she made everyone pay. 

    "Sir," one of his guards called out to him, extending his arm with a phone in hand. Anthony took the phone.

  "Anthony Mavens" he spoke through the phone.

    "Good evening, sir"

     "Don't beat around the bush."

  The man at the other end grew quiet.

     "what is wrong?" Anthony asked, his eyes narrowing.

     "There is an error."

     "What error?"

       "Three of the trucks of cocaine that were to arrive today have gone missing."

   Anthony felt his finger map his forehead in frustration.

     "When were the trucks due to arrive?"

       "Today."

       "when were you notified they had gone off radar? "

          "Two days ago."

    Anthony ended the call immediately. He knew who was in charge of the game being played, and if they wanted war, then so be it.

   With that, he headed straight for his car. 

  His head rested calmly on the seat as his driver pulled out of the residence. He wanted to murder someone. He wanted to make someone bleed, but he couldn't. At least, not yet.

       His head spun repeatedly in anger, as they driver smoothly wavered through the streets. The sound of chirping birds alerted Anthony that they had arrived.

      He looked up to see the gates opening.

    Soon enough, the driver killed the engine as they arrived at their parking spot.

    With no patience left, Anthony walked towards the house at the middle of the compound.

      "My money or my drugs. Which am I getting?" He questioned, as soon as his feet placed themselves in the house.

   The man who had called earlier cowered in fear. His lips were trembling, and his hands quivered as soon as he saw his boss.

      "Where are my goods?" Anthony asked, molding his palm into a strong fist.

    The man whimpered like a bruised dog.

      "Where are my fucking goods?"

    Still no reply.

    Anthony retreated to the empty chair the man had recently stood up from.

    "Sit." He ordered, motioning to the chair opposite him.

  The man sat.

     "I will ask this only once. Who took my goods?"

      The man's lip quivered as he shook his head.

     "I am not the one.." The man cried out with reddened eyes.

 Anthony filled his gun with bullets.

     "I know. But who did?"

   The man shook his head repeatedly.

     Anthony pointed the gun at his chest. He raised a brow, but the man continued shaking his head. He fired at his left arm. 

    The man's eyes shut in horror as the pain blasted through him.

     Anthony waited for a moment, giving the man the opportunity to speak up, but he never did.

      He shot the man on his left shoulder. The man dropped to the floor.

     "Stop wasting bullets..."A voice called out from the shadows. Anthony dropped his gun to the table. Finally,the bastard would show his face.

A figure appeared, draped in black all through. With a smiling face, the intruder took a seat from where the man had just fallen.

    Anthony smiled grimly at the intruder.

     "Tell me you have my goods."

     "Thank me for saving your goods."

     "fuck you! " Anthony spat.

      The intruder bursted out in laughter.

    His head jerked backwards as he held his chest.

      "I just saved you from the fucking FBI, and this is the motherfucking thanks I get?"

" You made me shoot one of my best men." He said,referring to the man who was struggling to crawl his way out.

     " Where are my goods, Jordan?"

   Jordan pulled a paper from his pocket. 

   He knew that his best friend would never trust him, even after seventeen years of friendship.

    Anthony grabbed the paper, and stared at the coordinates.

      "I need you to attend a wedding with me on Saturday."

      "who's wedding?"

      " Mine. "

Jordan's jaw dropped.